Porridge The porridge is probably my deepest obsession with La 8th. When I was a kid, eight days before each year the grandmother started picking beans. It's beautiful to have dried-up beans left behind, full of beans, rolling around in the sun. When the porridge is ripe, the white fog on the side of the pot rises, and it makes people happy. The sweet breath always lures me to my tongue, from childhood to today。
No sugar porridge It's not sweet, it's not sweet, it's sweet, it's rich, it's good for all, it's good for all, it's good for all。
Porridge All the beans, rice dates, silver ears, all of them. It's not when we eat, it's when we do it, it's when we have a wife who doesn't know how to eat, it's when she loses her food
